Natasha Romanova was many things. Soviet spy, trained assassin, agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, Avenger, and famed superhero. She had seen things that would make grown man cry and run away scared, fought in battles that involved gods, and had even helped to take down gods and monsters alike.

Yet at this moment as she stood in the main office of her commanding officer on bored the floating command base known as the helicarrier. Natasha remembers a time when she was still human.

Sitting behind a glass desk was an intimidating dark skinned man. His head was shaved balled, and a black eye-patch covered his left eye. He wore a black shirt and a thick black jacket over it. His pants were also in black, as well as his boots.

Even with one eye, the man was giving the agent the sternest stare down he could give. A feat that is highly respected and terrifying.

"Agent Widow" Nick Fury greeted with a serious tone to his voice.

"Commander Fury..." Natasha replied softly.

"It's come to my attention that you managed to complete your mission."

"Yes sir."

"You destroyed the target..."

"I did, sir."

"And now you wanna tell me that you plan on keeping her kid?"

The Black Widow gave a curt nod. "That's right sir."

The leading director of S.H.I.E.L.D gave her a stern look of concentration as if trying to figure out a puzzle that has him stumped. "You mind explaining why?" he asked.

Natasha took a deep breath and started to explain to the director everything that had happened during her mission involving finding the child.

Fury closed his one good eye, when she was done. "Look Natasha. I know child solders are a hard subject for you to deal with. Yes, it's horrible. Yes, it's downright wrong, but at the same time it happens and one has to move on." He opened his eye to stare right into hers.

"What's your point, director?" she asked back curtly.

"You haven't fully moved on."

She flinched at that but only slightly. He was right that it was still a sore subject for her but she had come far from those days.

"S.H.I.E.L.D will be watching over the child for the time being." He said with authority.

Natasha nodded her head twice. "And that means I can see him, right?" Fury rubbed his temples.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Romanov." Natasha put her hands on her hips.

"Why?" She said, now irate.

"Tone." Fury said firmly.

"...I'm sorry."

"Good. Now, I don't want you gettin' too attached. You're a soldier, and you'll be needed in the field. You won't have much time to look after him."

The agent narrowed her eyes into a determined glare at the man. "Director with all due respects. I think I can take care of a child."

"I would agree. Only the thing is, he's no ordinary child."

She grew tense at that her glare turned frosty.

Fury did not back down. "I know about his little condition. I also know that both are mentally unstable and could hold the potential to be a threat."

"Director he failed to kill me, he detests fighting and killing in general!" she protested.

"Key word is, 'Potential'. Whatever his second personality is, it's much older than a five-year-old child. Until we know more, he is considered a risk."

"So, you let people like Banner and Wilson run around free but not a child?"

"Agent Romanov." He warned.

"I get it. He is an unknown. His powers are unknown as well, and your right he could be a threat, but you know what Director?" she asked coldly. He remained silent, "So could I."

The two glare at each other as a tense silence overcomes the room. The older man let out a frustrated sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I thought my headaches would come from Stark. Not you."

Natasha shrugged slightly with a small smirk. "I'm known to surprise people."

He snorted a laugh at that and leaned back in his chair. "One month."

She looked up with slightly widened eyes. "You watch over him. Write down everything he does, powers, ability's to even what he had for breakfast that morning. After one month, I will look over the data and decide what to do from there."

Natasha felt a huge weight lift off her chest at those words. "Understood, sir." She said with a nod. Fury watched her leave the room and shook his head.

"That girl's got a good heart...Sometimes I worry about her..."

Natasha stepped out into the hallways. She strode forward with a determined glare. She was on her way to the medical facility. She just wanted to get to Crona as soon as possible.

And when she did reach the medical facility, she heard a small voice.

"Um...Is Miss Tasha gonna come back...?"

"Yeah, I wanna see the hot redhead again!"

"She will get here when she gets here." The calm if not slightly annoyed voice of Clint Barton spoke as he leaned against the door-frame.

Natasha rose an eyebrow at him and folded her arms. "Are you giving them trouble?"

Clint jumped slightly and turned to glare at her slightly. "Don't do that."

She smirked slightly and he scoffed and shook his head. "Just watching over them. Kids nice, blobs a real piece of work, almost but an arrow through his head."

Natasha gazed at the archer with narrowed eyes. "I hope you mean the blob and not the child."

"Hey!" Ragnarok shouted.

"Course I meant the blob." Clint said. "Don't act like you weren't thinking about putting a bullet in him."

"Not even for a second." Natasha said.

"Ha! See?! The hot girl has WAY more of a conscience than you do, arrow boy!"

"The child and him are connected. Hurting the blob will hurt Crona as well." Natasha said, ignoring Ragnarok.

"I see." He said then gazed at the now smug looking blob. "Twenty that Bruce or Tony will find a way." He said casually making Ragnarok angry. "Hey!"

"Thirty on Wanda or Strange." She replied simply. Making the blob gulp at how causal they were talking about his death. "I…think I'm going to write my will now." He said and diapered back in the child.

"Can you give us a moment?" she asked the archer.

He nodded and stepped to the side. As she went to past him he spoke up. "You okay Natasha?"

She closed her eyes in thought before opening them and gazing at the eyes of the child who was giving her a small smile and she smiled back. "I am."

Clint studied her then the child and just chuckled. "Good, good."

"Clint one more thing. Can you let them know?" She asked giving him a knowing look.

He raised an eyebrow at her in slight surprise and nodded slowly. "Sure. let me give him a call. He is probably so busy." he replied with deep sarcasm as he left the room waving bye at the child who waved back with a small smile.

"Hi, Miss Tasha." He said softly. "I missed you." Natasha let a smile come to her face before picking him up and holding him close.

"I missed you too, little guy." She said, stroking the back of his head.

"Um...Miss Tasha...?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Please don't kill Ragnarok. I know he's a bit mean, but I like him."

Natasha smiled softly at him and ruffled his hair slightly. "I won't, don't worry." She said. She had to be extra protective of him for the next few days then.

Crona smiled slightly relived at that then nuzzled into her feeling content.

The Black Widow smiled down at the small boy. For so long, Natasha had never liked kids. She was never a fan of how they yelled, they never sat still, and they were just annoying to the agent. Yet as she held this little boy in her grip she realized that maybe they weren't all so bad.

Crona was a lot quieter than other kids, counting even the little package he has. He also seemed to be well behaved and over all a nice person.

It struck her more now that she could never have children herself. It never used to bother her, children complicated the mission. Left her to open for others to use her for their own game, and in turn hurt her child.

Now…well it would still complicate things, but she would risk it. For if this was the closet she was ever going to get, then she was going to not waist any of it.

Ragnarok, meanwhile, was looking down at Crona. "Whoa...You like me, kid?" He asked, somewhat surprised. Crona nodded.

"Yeah. You're like a big brother. Kinda mean to me, but you're also kinda nice." Ragnarok rubbed the back of his head and chuckled.

"Heh...You always were kinda like an annoying younger brother...In a good way, though. There's an age gap, yeah, but you're a good kid." He ruffled Crona's hair. Natasha smirked.

"You know, if I were to adopt Crona, and you're his older brother, then that would technically mean YOU'D be my kid too." Ragnarok gasped.

"But that means..."

"Yes, no more flirting with me for you."

Ragnrock thought for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Okay…so how about it mom?" he asked with a smirk.

Natasha frowned slightly. "Try to not sound like a sexual predator." She said dryly.

"Can do!" he said saluting.

Crona looked up at her with wide eyes. "Y-You would take me…?" he whispered softly.

Natasha smiled down at him softly. "Of course, I would. I would take both of you."

Crona felt overwhelmed as he leaned into her and felt his emotions start to bubble up as he cried into her shoulder. "T-Thank you…thank you…" he muttered.

Natasha just silently rubbed his back, allowing him to cry into her shoulder. She couldn't help but smirk slightly. There was no way she would have done this a week ago...

Eventually, the child's crying ceased, and he was simply clutching tightly to her suit. She looked down at him and patted his back lightly. "There. All better?"

"Mm-hm..." The little boy said softly, nodding his head in affirmation.

"Good...I know that witch put you through a lot. But I don't want you to worry about her anymore. She's not here, and she'll never hurt you again."

Crona nodded into her shoulder feeling relived. His mother was gone. She would no longer hurt him, call him names, or make him kill things he didn't want too. He shook in her hold and cried tears of relief.

Ragnarok watched with folded arms at how the two interacted and had to smile lightly. "I thought spies where not supposed to be too attached to others."

Natasha shrugged with a small smirk. "I'm full of surprises." She said. "Also, I have plenty of friends."

A knock interrupted them as they turned to see Clint in the doorway. "Were good to go."

Natasha nodded and stood up with the child in her arms. Crona looked up at her curiously. "W-Where are we going."

Natasha smiled at him. "Someplace safe." She assured.

"Ooh, we gonna head to your place?" Ragnarok asked with a grin. Natasha rolled her eyes.

"I'll keep that classified for now." She said flatly.

"Blobby's still a loudmouth, I see." Clint commented, smirking at Ragnarok.

"Ah, gimme a break! I'm just being myself!" Ragnarok crossed his arms and pouted.

"He's not THAT loud..." Crona said softly. "I mean...At least he's not that loud ALL the time...Just...MOST of the time..."

"Gee, thanks, kid." Ragnarok said flatly. "Now I feel SO much better..."

Clint chuckled softly. "I like you kid." He said making Crona blush and hide his face in Natasha's shoulder.

The agent simply smiled and patted his head. "He's shy."

"Who wouldn't be?" The archer asked with a smirk.

Natasha cocked an eyebrow at him. "I do believe you were tongue tied as well, Mr. Marksmen."

Clint shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, beautiful woman are a dime a dozen. Not many come by like you did."

"I think I'll give Bobbi a call later."

"Alright, alright." Clint chuckled shrugging his shoulders in surrender with a chuckle.

They made it to the hanger of the helicarrier and entered one of the many quinjets. Clint entered the pilot seat and started the startup possess.

Natasha sat down next to him and gently strapped herself and the child to the chair with a smile. Crona looked around with wide eyes. They had rode in this thing before but it was still very cool to his young mind.

"Um...Miss Tasha...?" Crona asked softly. "Is it okay if I ask you a question...?" Natasha nodded her head.

"Of course it is. What do you want to ask?"

"What is this flying thingy?" Natasha patted his head.

"It's called a helicopter." She explained.

"Oh...I thought the only things that flew were birds and mommy's broomstick."

"Oh no, there's lots of things that can fly. Bats, planes, insects-wait, did you just say your mom's broomstick?"

"Uh-huh. Mommy flew around on a broomstick when she left the lab." Crona explained. Natasha couldn't help but snicker a little bit.

"That is...the biggest cliche in the book. A witch flying on a broomstick..."

"Ha! I know, right? I pointed that out to her once!" Ragnarok replied. "That...didn't end too well, so I didn't bring it up again."

Crona shivered lightly remembering that encounter. His mother was not in a good mood after that. Natasha noticed and gently ran her fingers through his hair calming him instantly.

Clint flipped a few more switches. "This beats out a broom any day." Clint joked making the child giggle lightly.

The plane took off with Furry watching from his room with a frown. He knew the risks and he knew that the higher ups might not agree with his plan. But he had faith in his agent. If she can't make him into a good kid, don't know who will.

As the helicopter took off, Nick took a sip of his coffee. "I hope I know what I'm doing..." He mumbled to himself.

The helicopter was flying well above the ground, and Crona started out a little nervous about it. "It's...really high...Is it safe...?" He asked timidly as the helicopter flew through the air.

"Eh, the pilot hasn't crashed a single aircraft yet, so I think we're good." Clint replied.

"New York doesn't count?" she asked.

Clint turned to her with a glare his hand still on the handle. "Uh, aliens where shooting at us. Kind of had no choice."

Crona blinked and looked at Ragnarok who shrugged not knowing what they were talking about either.

"Nearing destination now." Hawkeye spoke up. Crona and Ragnrock looked out one of the widows to see where they were heading and they gasped as they saw a tall tower with a stylish 'A' on the top.

"Remember those friends of mine?" Black Widow spoke up with a smirk.

"No way…" The demon spoke up amazed as Crona just stared wide eyed.